Shock Therapy

Some claim you played to the gods on that night Some older folk warned you were devils I know that you played with immortal might (My Sony's at Richter-Scale level) What a monster, primal and primitive sound! My chair ain't electro-shock proof Vibrating the floor and shaking the ground And blowing my brains through the roof Strutting and sneering, it's bad-boy St. Mick Mocking and shocking tradition Keith's chugging cords and earth-quaking licks Bludgeon me into submission Those Liverpool lads are far too polite Your music MURDERS my troubles 'Penny Lane'? Uh-uh! You wanna' pick FIGHTS! And BLAST those bad-blues into rubble... ***'Get Yer Ya-Ya's Out!'...The Rolling Stones Live at Madison Square Garden...November - 1969...Yes, 1969 and to this day no band has been able to match that sound